“Korik,” Varen said, pulling him from his thoughts. One hand cupped Korik’s face, a stark contrast to how the elf had grabbed his tusks to manhandle him so long ago. “Are you alright?”
Korik managed a wavering smile. “Yes,” he said. “Sorry. I was just thinking.”
Varen’s smile took on a chagrined edge. “Not regretting things already, I hope?”
He chuckled and shook his head. “Not at all.”
The elf managed to get all his clothes off while Korik’s mind was elsewhere, so he quickly did the same to match him. He let out a contented sigh, as Varen leaned back and pressed their hips together, gathering both their cocks in one hand and moving in slow, languid strokes.
“I don’t know what I want,” Varen murmured with a faint laugh. “I want to be inside you. But I want to ride you, too.”
Korik felt his cock twitch in Varen’s grip. Both had their appeal. But something in him wanted that domineering part of Varen, an echo of how things had been before, but with a better understanding of each other now.
“Inside me,” Korik replied, his voice coming out husky with desire. “Please.”
Varen groaned, rocking his hips against Korik’s. “Yes, okay. I’m convinced.”
Korik laughed, and it felt as if that somehow unlocked something in both of them. Then Varen started to laugh, leaning down to kiss Korik again, ardently, desperately. Korik’s fingers tangled in the elf’s long hair as their lips met. How had they gone so long without this?
“I was so afraid I’d lose you,” Varen murmured against Korik’s skin, when they finally parted. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
For a moment, Korik only looked at him, considering how to respond.
“You might have,” he finally said softly, careful to keep no malice in his tone. “Not so long ago, I would have much preferred to be alone than to try again. But we’ve both changed since then, I think.”
Varen leaned back to look at him more clearly, a pensive look on his face, though his smile still lingered.
“I always thought I’d been stuck in my ways. That I was too old to change,” he finally said. “I’m glad you proved me wrong.”
Korik’s gaze softened. “I am, too.”
Varen’s fingers found him then, spreading him apart before pressing one inside. The elf moved slowly and attentively, prepping him with care. He had never been forceful, but now he seemed intent on the act itself being one of pleasure. Korik leaned back and closed his eyes, letting out soft, appreciative noises as Varen eased him open.
“Ready for me?” Varen murmured, and Korik nodded.
Varen positioned himself carefully between Korik’s legs and pressed into him. There was pressure, and a tinge of pain that quickly melted away, as Varen let out a long, low breath.
“I missed this,” he groaned, leaning down to press a kiss to the center of Korik’s chest. “I missed you.”
Korik only ran his hands down Varen’s back to settle encouragingly on his hips.
Varen pushed deeper, then pulled back slowly. Korik pressed a hand to his mouth to stifle a soft moan, but Varen grabbed his wrist before he could.
“No more holding back,” he said. “I want to hear you.”
Heat flooded Korik’s face, but he couldn’t bring himself to protest, as Varen’s cock slammed into him to the hilt, making him gasp. He could have easily pulled his wrist out of Varen’s grasp, but he let the elf hold his hand down. The noises escaping his mouth as Varen fucked him might have embarrassed him before, but now he focused on the pleasure of Varen moving in him, his own cock heavy and aching to be touched between his legs.
As if reading his mind, Varen released his wrist—Korik grabbed onto his sheets to keep from reaching for his mouth again—and moved the hand to his cock, stroking and squeezing in time with his hips. Korik tipped his head back, moaning at the flood of sensation.
Varen surged forward, capturing Korik’s lips and pressing his tongue into his mouth. The different angle was hitting him in just the right place, deep inside him. Stars burst behind Korik’s eyes as they fluttered closed—he was utterly consumed, Varen inhabiting every part of him, setting every nerve on his body aglow with heat. How could he have thought that he could go the rest of his life without this, withouthim?
“Varen,” he moaned against the elf’s lips. He wasn’t going to last long. “Varen.”
“Don’t hold back,” Varen panted, his pace quickening. “Gods, you feel incredible. I want to see every part of you.”
Korik shuddered as his release tore through him. He gasped and whimpered as Varen stroked him through it, sending thick streams of come spilling across his chest. Varen’s hips slapped against his backside at a frantic pace. The elf let out faint, needy sounds against Korik’s ear—a few more sharp thrusts, and he could feel Varen filling his insides with his spend, warmth spreading through him.
Korik’s head tipped back again as Varen melted against him, panting as he lay his head on Korik’s shoulder.
